You Ain’t Just Whistlin’ Dixie
By The Bellamy Brothers
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
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Pine trees grow so tall in the bright sunshine
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A young boy steals his daddy’s fishin’ line
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The alligator lays on the banks of the riverbed
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And if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he’s dead
Chorus:
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Now these are a few things I’m in love with
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A small part of the reason I go back
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To Carolina, Mississippi, Florida, gorgeous Georgia
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Now if you think I’m happy down there, you’re on the right track
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And you ain’t just whistlin’ Dixie, you ain’t just slappin’ your knees
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I’m a grandson of the southland, an heir to the Confederacy
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You ain’t just whistlin’ Dixie ‘cause the cattle call’s callin’ me home
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So put me down there where I wanna be, plant my feet with a Robert E. Lee
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Bury my bones under a cypress tree, and never let me roam
The cotton balls gleam and the cows give cream for the babies sake
And Pa comes in, full of gin, and he’s mean as a rattlesnake
And then the well runs dry, and we cry, and cuss the garden hose
And Mama draws a bucket full of sweet water just to wash our clothes
Chorus
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